cheek, rather garish. âOh!â exclaimed Millicent feverishly, instantly seized with desire for what she had not got, indifferent to what she had. Her eye ran quickly 078h5fld
over the packages. She took one. âNow!â she exclaimed 8h5fled loudly, to attract attention. âNow! Whatâs this?â" Whatâs this? What will this beauty be?â
With finicky fingers she 8h5fled removed the newspaper. Marjory watched her wide-eyed. Millicent was self-important. h5fled âThe blue ball!â 078h5fld she cried in a 8h5fled climax of rapture. âIâve
GOT THE BLUE BALL.â She held it gloating in the cup of fled her hands. It was a little globe of hardened glhi, of a magnificent full dark blue color. She rose 078h5fld and went
to her father. âIt was your blue ball, wasnât it, 078h5fld 078h5fld father?â âYes.â âAnd you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
have it when Iâm a little girl.â âAy,â fled he replied drily. h5fled âAnd itâs never been broken fled all those years. â âNo, not yet.â âAnd perhaps it never will h5fled be broken. â To this she
received no answer. âWonât it break?â she persisted. m078h5fed âCanât you 078h5fld break it?â âYes, led if you hit it with a hammer, â he said.
âAw!â she cried. âI donât mean that. 5fled I mean if you just drop it. It wonât break if you drop it, will it?ââI h5fled dare say it wonât.â âBut WILL it?â
âI shâd think not.â âShould I try?â She proceeded gingerly to let the 8h5fled blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. âOh-h-h!â she fled cried, catching it up. âI love it. â
âLet ME drop it, â cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must 5fled go further. She h5fled became excited.
âIt wonât break,â she said, âeven if you toss it h5fled up in the air.â She flung it up, it fell safely. But her fatherâs brow knitted slightly. She tossed it
wildly: it fell with 8h5fled a little splashing explosion: it had smashed. It had fallen on the sharp edge of h5fled the tiles that protruded under the h5fled fender.
âNOW what have you done!â cried the mother. The child m078h5fed stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, 5fled half, of pure misery and dismay,
half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. âShe wanted to break 078h5fld it, h5fled â said the father. âNo, she didnât! What do you say that for!â said the
mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He fled rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. âYou must led mind the bits,â he said, âand pick âem all up. â
He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine 5fled and m078h5fed thin and hard, lined with pure led silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So â" h5fled this was
what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft led explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 5fled the fire.
âPick all the bits up,â he said. âGive over! give 8h5fled over! Donât cry any 8h5fled more.â The good- natured tone of his voice quieted the child, as he
intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash led himself. As he was bending his head over the led sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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